The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1450: Nathalie Quinlan, Who Are You Having Dinner With?

Everyone reflexively followed his line of sight to look over——the girl stood a few steps away from them, as if watching a spectacle that had nothing to do with herself.

Until all eyes were on her.

Then, she casually lifted her head, her gaze sharp and filled with mockery, piercing through the crowd, landing on the Zachmann family members.

"What? Did you book the Imperial Hotel for yourselves today?"

The girl’s voice was cold and hoarse.

With undisguised sarcasm.

Caryn Zachmann’s face turned pale, she dug her nails into her palm, her eyes red with anger: "You!"

She actually has the nerve to mock them!

Leonardy Zachmann also didn’t expect Nathalie Quinlan to be here, he was stunned for a moment, slowly coming back to his senses.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brows, then turned to look at Caryn and the expensive coral shattered on the ground, feeling extremely headache-inducing: "Alright Caryn, there must be a misunderstanding, Nathalie isn’t like this. You should go change your clothes first, the Quarles Family is still waiting for you."

"Dad!" Caryn couldn’t accept his way of handling things, her face blazing with anger: "She ruined the gift the Quarles Family gave me, and you won’t pursue it, just like that? What will I explain when the Quarles Family asks later?"

The commotion outside was so big.

Many newly arrived guests couldn’t help but be attracted, stopping to watch.

Hendrik Zachmann even spotted the two colleagues from Maybelissa he had invited with great effort in the crowd.

His handsome face changed expressions continuously, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He looked at the girl, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Nathalie, what are you doing here?"

He didn’t say suspicion, but asking this question itself was a blatant suspicion.

Nathalie Quinlan sneered lightly, lifted her eyelids, her gaze deep, glanced at him with a low tone: "Eating."

Hendrik Zachmann: "..."

His brows almost knitted into a Chinese character, he took a deep breath and stared at the girl with burning eyes, saying: "Who are you having lunch with?"

Nathalie raised her eyebrows, unable to understand where he got the confidence to interrogate her.

Hendrik Zachmann mistook her silence for guilt, his brows pressing lower, saying irritably: "You came to the Imperial Hotel for a meal, it’s impossible that you came alone. As you saw, Caryn’s godmother’s gift to her was inexplicably smashed, the gift was very expensive, the coral alone costs over eight figures."

"I’m not suspecting you, I just want to ask who you’re dining with. If it’s convenient, could you let that person come over?"

What he said seemed reasonable and polite.

But Nathalie Quinlan suddenly lost interest in bickering with them here, her brows and eyes lowered, her pitch-black eyelashes veiled the coldness in her eyes: "If you think I broke Caryn’s belongings, you can call the police if you have evidence, I’m right here, ready for the police to come to me."

"If you don’t have evidence..." Her eyes were deep and somber, only mockery left, her stance was very defiant, she smirked and casually said: "I still say the same thing."

"Did you open the Imperial Hotel?"

Hendrik Zachmann was left speechless.

As she finished speaking, seemingly unwilling to bother with Hendrik anymore, she turned and tugged at her hat brim to leave.

"Wait a minute." Hendrik instinctively chased after her.

The other Zachmann family members were also restless.

The crowd of onlookers was buzzing with discussions.

Just then.

A voice broke the stalemate, instantly startling Hendrik into a cold sweat.

"I invited her to dine here, do you have a problem?"